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Generic High School Story Continuation

(INDENT INTERPOL!) Ok, due to an unfortunate crash I am here to write this post again. Sadly I did not save it. (smooth move genius) (I know ok, geez bracket people get a bracket life.)  Alright, to briefly recap once more (again, ughhhhhhhhh), we have met four (hopefully) decently-written characters. Long-haired girl, black-haired girl, green-eyed girl, and finally other friend. (likely a girl, why? GIRL POWA!) Long-hair likes the idea of reanimation, black-haired girl is sad that she can’t animate stick people fighting, green-eyed girl leaves if you don’t let her talk, and other friend shows up late. (wowser, such gr8 detailssss) This quick follow-up tale (QUICK?!) is a prequel (PREQUEL?!) about what(ever the hay) other friend (now named dark-eyes for the purpose of this post) 

 Dark-eyes skipped down the hallway just narrowly avoiding the rushing students in the hallway(her height of 4′9″ helped in this endeavor). As she skipped left foot in front of right, she sang (hummed really) a familiar nursery rhyme, Solomon Grundy. 

She sang the rhyme about four times by the time she made it to the cafeteria. (Houston we have a weirdo!)

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Generic High School Story Continuation

The first interactions of the characters in this (what i’m thinkin’ brief) tale. Let’s hope it fits expectations. If not, well there’s always next year kiddo.

“Sooooo what, the stick men just fight each other?” The long-haired girl asked with some genuine curiousity, her interest slowly peaking its tired head. “Eeyup.” Responded the black haired girl, slightly happy that her previous statement attracted questions and that she could continue talking without her other friend, the brown-eyed girl getting a chance to interrupt by saying something irelevent. Unsatisfied with her inclusion in the conversation, the green-eyed girl left, adjusting her hijab as she walked away into the hall. The two other girls continued to talk, both taking note of their friend leaving. “I want to enter the Stick Fight Tournament, with my own stick warrior! But I don’t know how to animate...” the black-haired girl sadly exclaimed. “Well, don’t look at me, the only animating I’m doing is reanimation. Gonna be a necromancer for All Hallows’ Eve.” The long-haired girl said proudly ,looking up in the upper corner of the room, imagining herself in costume. The black haired girl raised an eyebrow. “Um, nobody says ‘All Halos’ Eve anymore, its just Halloween.” The two girls looked around the room awkwardly. What had just occurred was neither funny or clever. Just....dumb. The silence between the two lasted what felt like a lifetime, until another friend sat at the table, allowing both girls to attempt social interaction again.

Well, hope that chapter was awkwardly decent. I now think of this as a sort of experiment to see how I should write better awkward scenarios. Yup, sounds good.

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Generic Highschool Story

(INDENT POLICE!)As you can see form the high school images I ripped straight from Google Chrome, this is the topic I have CHOSEN to type about. High school(s), yes, an environment filed with tall tales and legends that could prove to be potentially boring and/or exciting. I once read a comment saying that 99 percent( couldn’t find % key, wait nevermind) of fictional high school stories were...trash. Well I have no way to disprove that, but I can try to make one that isn’t as trashy as others! (hopefully, this was a good idea) But how does one spin such a tapestry of fiction?! (by not spinning?) Alright, ‘ere we go! (RHYME TIME, no matter how desperate) “Will the characters be vile or good, will they realize where their mothers once stood, will they figure out where to go, even when every single boy tells them NO! I have made the characters generic chicks, they can’t figure out how alarm clocks tick, that means they’re late for class, so they’ll miss the science lesson about masssssssssssssss!” (”Eh, coulda been better.”

“Yea, lyrics needs more mass.”

“Was alright..”)

Ok, the science lesson was about the periodic table but mass rhymes better. Right, #45 Rh element stands for rhyme, right? Just kidding its rhodium, didn’t you watch the video, HAHAH...*coughs awkwardly*   

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The Machine’s Stand Against Time

Time devours all. Even what was said to be an “eternal” machine soon begins to rust, as the gears start having difficulty with the routinely spin, with dents, and cracks appearing. Its steel skin weathered down by the elements, leaving spots exposed for the organics to nest and breed, while they feast on the unknowingly toxic machine wiring. The machine bellows at its core, a loud, and terrible groan its final noise. Alas, poor machine.

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A Post Appears, Sci-fi thought

    There will soon be technology that appears on skin, used with no physical  screens or visible wires. Children will ask “What is that piece of colored lead, parental figure?” To which they shall respond with, “This, child, is an ancient writing tool known as a pencil.” Just a thought.

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Using Tumblr for Storytime

  Social media that spreads all over, is great material for stories. Like sci-fi, horror, action etc. Something about technology slowly taking over everything organic in sight, can be quite intriguing. Machines stalking forests, prodding and scanning trees for organic tissue.